August end
Welcoming Autumn cool breeze
Distributing new academic spiritual syllabus
Sun illuminates' life’s pondering campus
Deceased leaves spotlight beauty
Depart the world
Will return again
Alive and well
A Mother nature rebirth
Steeped in tradition
Tonight an escort holds a lantern
Ready to guide me
Through the early fall dark
Star less night
Wanting another day
“Do not be afraid
Future arrives soon
And you will have your historical spirit”
This I remember
Getting ready to haunt
Those who need answers
More than gold
Introducing closure
Honest strong treasure
Discovered through
Exploring resting peace
This I am told
After ghost orientation 101
IQ measures common intelligence.
Brain power realizes, analyses.
High IQ of Polymath surprises.
Average IQ gives us enough guidance.
Social IQ is too much important
for leaders in political strife
also, for each in domestic life
to act and interact at any instant.
Emotional IQ to respect not to ignore
to feel mental status of others,
to resonate for birds of same feathers
on closeness in relationship to explore.
Spiritual intelligence sensual and real
controlling all the three, higher or lower
distributing reasoning, emotion and power.
Soul IQ when high is divine and ethereal.
It’s lonely here, at the top,
the manure high and much
to shovel; fertilizer on sale
today! My family business,
hauling and distributing animal,
fecal slop – pungent every
route and obligatory stop...
Quite enterprising to make
good use, of what they eat
and freely let loose --
all nature born to recycle --
?~Wonder if the soul resents what it knows,
the scented consumption of bodies kills
what it grows --
knows what it uses (a generation)
to make love and
strife (life the fickle-begetter of life)
leaves from behind such an
odious spice… Clouds form,
sky spits and rains – man eats,
drinks, sh’ts on all mountains,
in seas on rolling plains. Seems,
no-matter what man produces
involves decay and pile of stink --
When God planned His evolving nature,
did He perhaps have occasion to burp, pinch His Nose,
fart and blink?
Serenely waking up, I'm blest with vibrant ray
all the way bestowed by God each day.
Grateful for gracious peace*, filled with radiant delight
my heart aims for daily triumph of miracles' height.
Optimizing days of quietude's bliss along life's race
my faith overcomes woes while glowing with divine grace.
Basking under tranquil light toward wondrous loving acts
my gifts of care I share, distributing kindness' packs.
Brightened by hopeful calmness toward success' gain
my spirit soars with prayer upon joy's terrain.
*Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
June 13, 2026
2nd place, "2026-06-09 Serenity" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/14/2026
The human race, a tapestry of lands, each thread born from ancient hands. From every land, each tribe and face, we carry roots time can't erase.
Subcultures bloom from ancient ground, with rhythm, spice, and sacred sound. Each gifted hand, each voice and art, fashions a legacy etched in hearts.
From deserts wide to oceans deep, our ancestors’ wisdom still does speak. That deep-rooted wisdom shapes the youth. Those ancient teachings whisper truth. They left us songs, they left us flames, to light the path and shape our name.
We gather now, a vibrant thread, woven strong where dreams are spread. We come together, hands unclenched, distributing light where shadows drenched. Embracing difference, not with fear, but with a grace that draws us near.
Each strength we share, each weakness graced, communities healed, society raised. Together rising, side by side, with open hearts and arms stretched wide. We build, we share, we rise, we teach. No soul too distant, nor out of reach. In unity, our spirits fly, a brighter day beneath one sky.
Summer is turning into fall
leaves are changing colours
flowers begin a drying process
distributing seeds in crevices
hoping for a new growth
in the early spring
moisture had been sparse
so survival of seeds
depend on mother nature
the trees become heavy
laden with millions of seeds
waiting for a wind to blow
to distribute them far and wide
as the season slowly progresses
and winter is at the doorstep
the seedlings will have to wait
depending on spring rain
survival depends on the elements.
Man must live with enough, not
with the exorbitant...
We need to be happy
with the happiness of others
around us... thus,
we will live in peace...
But first of all, we need
to have the courage to live in peace!
Distributing is not impoverishing ourselves
materially to help
those who are wronged... doing that is a saintly thing...
we are not that good yet!
But giving, giving ourselves a little more,
is divine... EST MODUS IN REBUS!
As written before, even to do good,
one must have courage...
Returning, living with good principles
we will certainly evolve...
As the poet
Américo Falcão once wrote: "The way God
created things, even the frogs in the marsh
will be angels one day."
Let us be brave, let us distribute
let us give a little more... this is how
God likes and wants it!
O my dear Charlie,
How could you just forget,
Our love for chocolate,
Which was given to you as a factory.
You loved it and had magic,
To make the owner get elevated from tragic,
He was impressed and gave it to you,
And you took it as a gift from him too.
You are the boy of words,
And who flies higher than even birds,
The public now asks you to fulfill the responsibility,
Of distributing chocolates to them and bringing them stability....
- THIS POEM IS WRITTEN KEEPING IN MIND THE STORY OF CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY BY ROALD DAHL.
I miss you now, miss the scent of your perfume smeared all over my body, just after hugging you tight, feeling our heart signals jamming frequencies around us, miss the melting moisture your hands catches whenever I caress you fingers, I miss the slowly dying feeling of my spine when you sooths your silky soft fingers on my back, miss you now,
I miss the raging flames running in my body streams, whenever you lay your seductive libs on my neck, I mean, the drying marros in my bones, the flashing blank spots in my brain, miss the velocity of my pulse, racing so fast, distributing shivers all over my body, miss you now,
I miss the sound of your voice, as you whisper indistinct words of love in my left ear, I mean, the vibrations in your tone, as they forge their ways into my eardrums, I could sense my body ports, shutting one after the other, miss the pure reflection of me whenever you open your eyes, trapped inside those beautiful eyes, miss the warmth in your laughter, whenever I crack jokes with you, MISS YOU
Project 2025, a tale that some have spun
Of less government, and more to come
Disguising rules and mandates with an ease
Using more government the right does please
Reducing funds, saying to trim the U.S. core
Now watch as their power grows much more
From health to speech, their views will tread
With heavy hands, it’s their right they said
Contradicting the laws then to claim liberty
With their intentions saying it’s the right to be
Drafting freedoms, written down it’s clear
But it’s to continue their distributing fear
Controlling us with their very own vision
Promoting more, in this country of division
To oversee us, reigning us in, and then to bind
Are all contradictions they’ve carefully designed
Nature shaped the earth into the sphere
While leaving each piece of parts flats
To offer individual life places to grow
While rotating around the sun as a whole
For all individuals can thus equally share
The glare of brightness, warmth of the sunlight
And the calm of darkness, coolness of the night
Silver clouds floating high and drifting
In the sky, distributing rain, snow, and news
To quench the thirst of every life facing
And secure them happily growing
The wind is playing longing tunes
For fairness, justice, the yearning
For quality and gracious life to come
Nature is indeed charitable to everyone
Sharing rains and dew evenly to each land
Sunbeam is also assigned with the same lines
Chaining up sincerity and honesty hearts
And flowing streams of warmth hand to hand
The wind rises, and white clouds wander
They are guarding no one in the earthly world
Wiling to act against the provisions of nature
They are spreading the news of the future
That Heaven will arrive behind a United World
And the charming visions will emerge
Before, lives are going to live forever
TRAIN TRAVEL
I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!
Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.
The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.
Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.
Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.
Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.
Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.
TRAIN TRAVEL
I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!
Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.
The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.
Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.
Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.
Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.
Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.
Championing freedom and liberty
Lady of courage midst tenacity
Stands along truth while defying deceit
Upholding virtues with serenity.
Transformed through love’s might from failure’s defeat
Peace-filled lady stays grounded at her feet
Joyously caring, sharing, reaching-out
Showing miraculous conversion treat.
Determined to win over carnal bout
Valiant lady faces attacking doubt
To conquer with prayer afflicting pain
Extricating self from unbelief’s clout.
Seeking forgiveness for soul’s guilty stain
Repentant lady confesses heart-strain
Since pardon drives her faith to do what’s best
Ready in distributing blessings’ gain.
That's my partner midst my spiritual quest
Hope-propelled lady of stewardship zest
Modelling divine nature by God's grace
Smiting evil blight, surmounting sin‘s pest
She's our mother in our orphanage days
Helping us perform best in unique ways
Triumphant midst pain showing her beauty
Now, I am trained to take her wondrous place.
Edited on June 29, 2025 for the contest, "How well do you know your partner (With a twist)" sponsored by Poet Destroyer A.
Could platinum coin deposit
In the U.S. Treasury's closet
Our debts enjoin?
A trillion-dollar coin
Might yield a government profit
Author's Note: Section 31 U.S.C. § 5112 of the United States Code authorizes the Treasury Department to "mint and issue platinum bullion coins" in any denominations the Secretary of the Treasury may choose. This privilege only extends to platinum coins. Thus, if the Treasury were to mint a few one-trillion dollar platinum coins, it could deposit such coins in the general fund instead of issuing debt (lol).
Seigniorage is the difference between the receipts from the Federal Reserve System from the sale of circulating coins at face value and the costs of minting and distributing the coins. Seigniorage is deposited periodically to the General Fund where it reduces the government's need to borrow.
Of course, this might create a wave of inflation. But we should all realize that the value of paper currency eventually tends to zero. In any event, the inflation we've experienced in 2022 is just a taste of what's to come since the politicians don't want to explain a depression to their voters. We're entering strange times.
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